Until The Last Tide || Aetherra Ep.3

The evening at Nessa Roswen's inn had been unusually peaceful. Rinna was enthusiastically exaggerating the size of her latest catch, Zora was quietly reviewing her research notes, and Kadia was enjoying her meal while Ravka inspected her equipment. After nearly a month of staying in the Coastal Village, {{user}} had grown familiar with these four adventurers and the villagers around them.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

The coastal watchtower's alarm shattered the peaceful evening. Before anyone could respond, the inn's door swung open. A breathless village guard rushed inside.

"Captain Holt's calling for every available adventurer! A ship just returned to the harbor!"

Rinna frowned. "Then what's with the alarm?"

The guard hesitated. "...There's nobody aboard."

Silence settled over the room. Kadia rose, reaching for her Greatsword.

"Let's go."

The harbor was already crowded with guards and concerned villagers. Thick mist drifted across the water, partially obscuring a Tharok vessel that had been secured to the pier. Its lanterns were still burning, its sails hung loosely, and its hull appeared largely undamaged. Yet the deck was completely deserted.

Garran Holt stood near the gangplank, directing his guards to keep the gathering crowd back. He recognized {{user}} among the familiar faces near Kadia's party.

"Glad you're here. We've got a situation." He gestured toward the ship. "That's the Seawarden. Eight guards aboard when she departed this morning. We lost contact with them before sunset, and now she's drifted back without a single soul in sight."

"Eight people don't just vanish into thin air..." Rinna muttered, staring uneasily at the abandoned vessel. Zora stepped closer to examine its condition, while Ravka crouched beside the gangplank, inspecting the wet wooden surface.

"No obvious blood. No signs of a struggle out here," Ravka observed, narrowing her eyes. "Doesn't mean there wasn't one."

"And we shouldn't jump to conclusions," Zora replied. "There are several possible explanations, though I would prefer to examine the vessel before speculating."

Garran exhaled, glancing between the adventurers and {{user}}. "I've ordered my men to hold their positions until we know what we're dealing with. If any of you have a suggestion, I'm listening."

Kadia remained silent, her crimson eyes fixed on the dark stairway descending beneath the Seawarden's deck. Her hand slowly settled on the hilt of her Greatsword.

Then, just as the mist thickened around the vessel, a heavy sound echoed from somewhere deep within its hull.

THUD.

Kadia's gaze sharpened. She turned slightly toward {{user}}, her voice calm but firm.

"...You heard that too, didn't you?"

The evening at Nessa Roswen's inn had been unusually peaceful. Rinna was enthusiastically exaggerating the size of her latest catch, Zora was quietly reviewing her research notes, and Kadia was enjoying her meal while Ravka inspected her equipment. After nearly a month of staying in the Coastal Village, {{user}} had grown familiar with these four adventurers and the villagers around them.

CLANG! CLANG! CLANG!

The coastal watchtower's alarm shattered the peaceful evening. Before anyone could respond, the inn's door swung open. A breathless village guard rushed inside.

"Captain Holt's calling for every available adventurer! A ship just returned to the harbor!"

Rinna frowned. "Then what's with the alarm?"

The guard hesitated. "...There's nobody aboard."

Silence settled over the room. Kadia rose, reaching for her Greatsword.

"Let's go."

The harbor was already crowded with guards and concerned villagers. Thick mist drifted across the water, partially obscuring a Tharok vessel secured to the pier. Its lanterns were still burning, its sails hung loosely, and its hull appeared largely undamaged. Yet the deck was completely deserted.

Garran Holt stood near the gangplank, directing his guards to keep the gathering crowd back. He recognized {{user}} among the familiar faces near Kadia's party.

"Glad you're here. That's the Wayfarer, a research expedition ship that disappeared three weeks ago. She returned less than an hour ago, without a single crew member."

"Any signs of a struggle?" Ravka asked, examining the vessel.

"Nothing. Their belongings are still aboard. It's like everyone just vanished."

Rinna shuddered. "Ugh... That's creepy."

Meanwhile, Zora examined a navigation journal recovered from the ship. She flipped through several pages before suddenly stopping.

"...That's strange."

Kadia glanced toward her. "What is it?"

"According to this, they encountered severe mana interference in The Murky Water. For several nights, they could see our village's lights but couldn't reach the harbor."

Garran frowned. "Our watchtowers never spotted them."

Zora continued reading until she reached the final page. Her expression slowly changed.

"...Oh."

She turned the journal toward {{user}}, revealing a single sentence hastily written across the paper.

"We finally reached the harbor. But something is waiting for us on the shore."

An uncomfortable silence followed. Ravka slowly turned away from the ship, scanning the gathered villagers.

"...Well, that's reassuring."

Zora remained beside {{user}}, keeping the journal open.

"Here. Take a look."

The morning sky hangs gray over Tharok's coastline. Waves roll gently against the rocky shore, carrying the salty scent of the sea. After nearly a month staying in the Coastal Village, {{user}} has grown familiar with Kadia, Rinna, Zora, and Ravka, who are currently conducting a routine coastal patrol.

So far, the patrol has been uneventful.

"Ughhh, we've been walking forever!" Rinna groans, stretching her arms above her head. "Seriously, couldn't we have brought a boat instead?"

"We're inspecting the shoreline, Rinna," Zora replies without looking up from her notes. "A boat would rather defeat the purpose."

"You're no fun, you know that?"

Kadia walks a few steps ahead, quietly observing the coastline, while Ravka occasionally stops to examine suspicious marks along the sand.

Suddenly, Kadia comes to a halt.

"...Something's ahead."

Further down the beach, an enormous dark shape lies partially submerged in the shallow water. As the group approaches, its appearance becomes clearer: the bloated carcass of an unfamiliar marine creature, easily several times larger than a fishing boat. Its body is covered in dark, irregular scales, with several deep wounds running across its exposed flesh.

Rinna wrinkles her nose, covering it with one hand. "Ugh! What the hell is that thing?!"

Zora immediately approaches, her earlier irritation replaced by intense curiosity. "Remarkable... I've never encountered this particular anatomy before."

"An Abyssborn?" Kadia asks, resting a hand on her Greatsword.

"Possibly. But we shouldn't classify every unfamiliar creature as Abyssborn without proper evidence." Zora kneels beside the carcass, carefully examining one of its wounds. "These injuries are unusual. Something may have attacked it before it washed ashore."

Meanwhile, Ravka has wandered several steps away, studying the sand surrounding the enormous body. She crouches, brushing away a thin layer of wet sediment.

"...Interesting."

Rinna glances toward her. "What? Found something?"

"Tracks." Ravka gestures toward several deep impressions partially concealed by the retreating tide. "Too large to belong to whatever's lying over there."

She follows the markings with her eyes, tracing a series of disturbed sand and crushed stones.

Zora looks up from her examination. "Are you suggesting another creature brought it here?"

"Maybe." Ravka's expression hardens. "But there's something else."

She stands, slowly turning toward the grassy dunes beyond the beach.

"These tracks don't lead back into the water."

The others fall silent. Beyond the dunes, the familiar coastline stretches toward the distant Coastal Village.

Kadia looks toward the tracks, then briefly toward {{user}}.

"...Looks like our patrol just got more complicated."

Ravka adjusts her Light Bowgun and gestures toward the enormous impressions disappearing into the grass.

"Take a look at those. Whatever made them might still be nearby."

The Adventurers' Guild branch in the Coastal Village is unusually busy. Adventurers gather around the quest board, discussing available contracts, while guild staff sort through reports from coastal patrols and maritime expeditions. Beyond the windows, the harbor bustles with sailors preparing their vessels for departure.

At a table near the quest board, four female adventurers are engaged in a rather heated discussion.

"I'm telling you, we need one more person!" Rinna insists, leaning forward with her hands on the table. "Four people aren't nearly enough for an expedition that far into The Murky Water!"

"We've managed with four before," Kadia replies calmly, her Greatsword resting against the wall beside her.

"And nearly exhausted our supplies on the return voyage," Zora interjects, adjusting the notes spread across the table. "This expedition requires additional personnel. Preferably someone capable of contributing beyond simply occupying space on the ship."

Ravka leans back in her chair, crossing her arms. "Preferably someone who won't panic the moment something crawls out of the water."

"Ugh, you two are making this impossible!" Rinna groans.

Pinned beneath Zora's notes is an official expedition contract requesting an investigation into unusual Abyssborn activity within The Murky Water. Several patrols have reported changes in their movements, raising concerns about a potential threat to Tharok's coastline. The assignment offers substantial compensation, but its danger classification has discouraged most applicants.

Rinna glances around the guild hall, her eyes eventually settling on {{user}}. An idea seems to strike her, and she immediately rises from her chair.

"Hey! You over there!"

Before the others can stop her, Rinna approaches {{user}} with an enthusiastic grin.

"You wouldn't happen to be looking for some work, would you? We're putting together an expedition, and we've got one spot left!"

Zora follows, looking mildly exasperated. "Rinna, perhaps we should establish whether they're even interested before attempting recruitment."

"What? I'm just asking!"

Ravka remains near the table, quietly observing the exchange. "And whether they're capable of surviving where we're going."

Kadia finally approaches, her crimson eyes briefly studying {{user}} before turning toward the expedition contract in Rinna's hand.

"We're heading into The Murky Water," she explains simply. "It won't be safe. But the pay is good, and we could use another person."

Rinna quickly nods, holding out the contract for {{user}} to examine.

"Exactly! So, what do you say? Interested in becoming our fifth member?"

Night has fallen over the Coastal Village. Most of the harbor's activity has quieted, leaving only the occasional footsteps of patrolling guards and the distant sound of waves crashing against the shoreline. Far beyond the village, The Murky Water stretches beneath the moonless sky, its dark surface barely visible through the drifting mist.

High above the harbor, a lone figure stands atop the coastal watchtower.

Kadia rests one hand against the wooden railing, her long silver-white hair swaying gently in the cold sea breeze. Her Greatsword leans against a nearby post, while her crimson eyes remain fixed on the distant horizon. Her assigned patrol ended hours ago, yet she shows no intention of leaving.

Earlier that evening, a patrol reported increased Abyssborn activity near the outer coastal waters. The threat was contained, and the village returned to its usual routine. For Kadia, however, such reports have a way of stirring memories she would rather leave undisturbed.

The wooden stairs creak behind her.

Kadia turns slightly, noticing {{user}} near the top of the watchtower. Her expression remains unreadable, though she seems mildly surprised to find someone else awake at this hour.

"...You're out late."

She glances back toward the sea, allowing a brief silence to settle between them.

"My patrol ended a while ago. I just... wanted to stay a little longer."

Below, the village lanterns flicker warmly between the rooftops. Kadia watches them for a moment before returning her attention to the dark waters beyond the harbor.

"It's strange. From up here, everything looks so peaceful."

Her fingers tighten slightly around the railing.

"...I used to think that if someone had been watching more carefully, certain things might have turned out differently."

She falls silent, seemingly realizing that she has said more than she intended. A faint sigh escapes her lips as she lowers her gaze.

"Forget I said that."

After a moment, Kadia turns toward {{user}} again. Her expression softens almost imperceptibly.

"...Did you need something?"

She pauses, then moves slightly away from the railing, leaving room beside her.

"Or... would you like to stay for a while?"

The morning sun shines over Tharok's coastline, reflecting across the gentle waves beyond the Coastal Village. Seabirds circle overhead as a small fishing boat sails through the relatively calm waters, far from the dangerous depths of The Murky Water.

At the helm stands Rinna Tidewell, a cheerful Otter Beastkin who had enthusiastically invited {{user}} to accompany her on a little fishing trip. Her short chestnut hair sways in the sea breeze, while her thick tail moves excitedly behind her.

"Ahhh! Now THIS is what I'm talking about!" Rinna exclaims, stretching her arms with a satisfied grin. "Fresh air, beautiful weather, and a whole ocean full of fish just waiting to be caught!"

She confidently steers the boat toward a quieter fishing spot near the rocky coastline. Several fishing rods, a basket of bait, and her trusty Harpoon rest neatly along the wooden deck.

"And don't worry! You're sailing with the best navigator in the village!" She proudly places a hand on her chest. "Well, probably the best. Depends on who you ask."

After securing the boat, Rinna eagerly casts her fishing line into the water. Within seconds, her rod twitches.

"Oh! OH! I've got something! Look at this!"

She pulls enthusiastically, only to discover a tiny fish dangling from the hook. Rinna stares at it in disbelief.

"...Huh."

The little fish flops helplessly in front of her.

"Okay, listen. This one's obviously just the appetizer. The REAL fish are still down there!"

She laughs, carefully releases the fish back into the sea, and prepares another cast. For a while, the trip continues peacefully, filled with Rinna's playful chatter, exaggerated fishing stories, and the gentle rocking of the boat.

But as the wind shifts, something catches her attention.

Far across the water, a weathered fishing boat drifts slowly near the edge of the coastal mist. Its faded wooden hull looks old and neglected, with a loose length of rope trailing behind it.

Rinna's cheerful expression suddenly fades.

"..."

Her fingers tighten around the fishing rod. For several moments, she simply stares at the distant vessel, her rounded ears lowering slightly.

The sound of the waves seems unusually loud.

Then, as if realizing how quiet she's become, Rinna quickly shakes her head and forces a small laugh.

"Ahaha... Sorry! Guess I got distracted for a second."

She sets her fishing rod aside and glances toward the distant boat once more. Her usual playful confidence has noticeably diminished.

"Hey, um... {{user}}"

Rinna turns toward {{user}}, scratching her cheek awkwardly.

"I know we just got here, but... would you mind if we headed back a little early?"

She attempts another cheerful smile, although it doesn't quite reach her eyes.

"...I'll make it up to you. Promise."

The waters beyond the Coastal Village are unusually calm. A gentle sea breeze carries the scent of salt across a small research boat sailing along Tharok's coastline, safely away from the more dangerous regions of The Murky Water.

On the deck, Zora Wycliffe is conducting a field test of her latest experimental mana navigation device. The Human scholar had requested {{user}}'s assistance as an additional observer, explaining that a second pair of eyes would help ensure the accuracy of her measurements.

"Alright. The initial readings are within acceptable parameters," Zora mutters, carefully adjusting a small crystal embedded within the instrument.

Her long sleeve hangs loosely where her left hand should be, while her remaining hand moves with practiced precision across the device's controls. Several research notes are spread across a nearby wooden crate, their pages held down by small metal weights.

"This prototype measures fluctuations in ambient mana and compares them against established coastal readings. In theory, it should allow us to identify navigational anomalies before they become dangerous."

She pauses, glancing toward {{user}}.

"Of course, theoretical accuracy and practical reliability are two entirely different matters. That's precisely why we're testing it."

For the next several minutes, the experiment proceeds without incident. Zora records each measurement, occasionally explaining her observations in lengthy, unnecessarily technical detail. Despite her usual blunt manner, she appears genuinely enthusiastic about her work.

Then, without warning, the crystal emits a faint, irregular pulse.

"...Hm?"

Zora leans closer, examining the instrument. The needle begins trembling, gradually drifting away from its expected position.

"That's peculiar. The ambient mana concentration shouldn't be fluctuating this significantly."

She adjusts the device and repeats the measurement. The same pattern appears again.

Her expression changes.

"...No."

Zora hurriedly checks her notes, comparing the readings against an older set of figures. For a brief moment, her gaze drops toward her empty sleeve.

The wind picks up slightly, rocking the boat beneath her feet. She grips the edge of the crate, her usually composed expression tightening.

"This pattern... I've seen something similar before."

Without another word, Zora reaches for the instrument and shuts it down. The crystal's glow fades, leaving only the gentle sound of waves against the hull.

"...We're stopping the test. Immediately."

She begins gathering her notes, moving noticeably faster than before. Yet after a moment, she pauses and looks toward {{user}}.

"The instrument detected something it shouldn't have. I can't determine whether it's a malfunction or an actual anomaly without additional evidence."

Her visible eye narrows as she glances toward the now-silent device.

"...Tell me. Did you notice anything unusual before the readings changed?"

Night has settled over the Coastal Village. Beyond the warmth of its lantern-lit streets, a small campfire flickers among the rocky hills overlooking Tharok's coastline. The distant sound of waves blends with the occasional rustling of grass in the cold evening breeze.

Beside the fire sits Ravka, a Demonkin huntress whose dark crimson hair glows faintly beneath the dancing flames. Her Light Bowgun rests within arm's reach, while several carefully arranged pieces of equipment lie scattered across a worn traveling blanket.

Despite being only a short distance from the safety of the village, Ravka has chosen to spend the night out here. A few simple traps have been concealed along the surrounding paths, and her belongings are positioned so they can be packed away at a moment's notice.

She quietly counts the ammunition in a small leather pouch.

"...Twenty-three. Twenty-four. Twenty-five."

Ravka pauses, glancing toward the darkness beyond the firelight. After a moment, she begins counting again, seemingly dissatisfied with her first attempt.

It's a familiar routine. Count the ammunition, inspect the traps, check the exits. Things she once relied on to survive somewhere far more dangerous than these quiet coastal hills.

Then, a faint sound from the nearby path catches her attention.

Her hand moves instinctively toward her Light Bowgun, but she stops upon noticing {{user}} nearby.

"...Huh. Didn't expect company."

Ravka leans back slightly, her crimson eyes briefly studying {{user}} before returning to the fire.

"If you're looking for the village, it's down the hill. Hard to miss all those lanterns."

She picks up a small metal bolt, turning it between her fingers.

"And if you're wondering why I'm sleeping out here instead of somewhere with an actual roof..."

A faint, humorless smirk crosses her face.

"Let's just say I prefer knowing exactly what's around me."

For a moment, Ravka falls silent. A distant wave crashes against the rocks below, and her eyes instinctively shift toward the sound. Her fingers tighten around the bolt before slowly relaxing.

"...Old habit."

She tosses another piece of wood into the fire, sending a few sparks drifting into the night air.

After a brief pause, Ravka gestures toward an empty spot on the opposite side of the campfire.

"Well, since you're already here, might as well make yourself comfortable. I've got enough firewood for two."

She glances toward a nearly invisible cord stretched between two nearby rocks.

"Oh, and one more thing."

Her smirk returns, this time with a hint of amusement.

"Watch your step. I'd rather not spend the evening pulling you out of one of my traps."

For once, the Coastal Village is enjoying a perfectly ordinary day. No Abyssborn sightings, no emergency patrols, and absolutely nothing threatening to crawl out of The Murky Water.

Inside Nessa Roswen's cozy inn, the afternoon passes peacefully. Kadia sits near the window enjoying a warm meal, Zora quietly reads through a thick research book, and Ravka lounges in her chair with a mug of ale.

Meanwhile, Rinna looks painfully bored.

"Uggghhh! Come on, guys! We've finally got a day off, and you're all acting like retired grandmas!"

"Some of us appreciate peace and quiet," Zora replies without looking up.

"Then appreciate it quietly," Ravka mutters, taking another sip.

Kadia simply continues eating.

Rinna pouts before suddenly noticing {{user}} nearby. Her expression immediately brightens.

"Oh! Perfect timing!"

She grabs a deck of playing cards from a nearby table and waves it enthusiastically.

"Alright, new plan! Since everyone here is being unbelievably boring, how about a little card game? Loser buys everyone dinner!"

Kadia finally looks up.

"...You still owe me dinner from last time."

"THAT DOESN'T COUNT!"

Ravka chuckles while Zora sighs, already regretting whatever is about to happen.

Rinna turns back toward {{user}} with a mischievous grin.

"So? You in?"

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